I’m not young
but I’m not old
I’m somewhere in between
I’m still funny
Though less wild
I sometimes live in my dreams

I’m halfway through
The average years
My hopes and goals still shine
But late at night
An empty bed
Is all that I call mine

My friends have married
Some moved away
And here’s the latest pain
Their kids are grown
and married now
Loneliness remains my shame

I have a life that most would love
A job in which I excel
But late at night when I’m alone
It’s my own most personal hell